Gza
I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

__________________
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ages
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox
Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks
you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flow swift the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be self lord and master

The year 84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
Of blood sweat and tears
I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father
So my brain became stained with the horror
I'm having reoccuring nightmares
Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair
I got tackled with handcuffs
And shackled in restraint
At the bottom of a holy tabernacle
They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks
And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep
About to die from thirst, that's when the minister
quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt
And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross
AHH!! I cry
As the blood drips inside of my eye
refusing to die
Visions of hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape.

Black chocolate girl, want to shake ground like thunder
Politic to the death, if you step, give me your number.
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
catch my eyes like pies i want your bodily surprise.
I do dimes sometimes. Ice cream you got me falling out like a cripple
I love you like I love my dick size

ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
straight masterbate in your clutches,
I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me

Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shop if you love it
Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
I jizz up like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets

and rza himself says on the World According to Rza DVD that the illsest verse in hiphop is his verse from DUCK SEASONZ : you wanna pund crab ? Nah, let your hands swing or I punsh a hole in your palm with my pointy ass rings ......nomore said i knew your chump ass is dead when i saw the 44 reflecting on your shiny forehead . It's WU-TANG nigga ! ain't nuttin changed niga ! still shame on a nigga who tries to run game ! ............. and so on and so on

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted
MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

__________________
Aunt Esther: "Who you calling ugly, sucka?" Fred Sanford: "I'm calling you ugly, 'cause I could stick your face in some dough and make some gorilla cookies!"

I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible,
But when I swing my swords, dey all choppable.
I be the body dropper,
The heartbeat stopper,
Child educator,
Plus head amputator
Cuz niggas' styles are old like mark five sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock-radio speakers.

Another thing that comes to mind, I can't get enough of Mef's verse on Secret Rivals:

Ain't no in betweens in the cold war
Can't hold it down, got a thousand that can hold yours
Starvin', pardon me, God, I get a charge
Like a human lighting rod, strike back with no regard
For the innocent, harder than the bricks in my tenements
Wu-Tang, forever and a day, webe killin' it

It ain't the best thing he's ever spat, but it stands out in my mind.

Someone already said this, but I think my favorite two bars in all of Wu-Tang history is easily Deck's:

I leave the mic in bodybags
My rap style has the force
To leave you lost
Like the tribe of Shabazz

Those four lines are just... perfect. Everything else you guys have posted so far is pure classic, too.

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent from the president, to raid your residence
because you had secret evidence
and documents
on how they raped the continents
and lynched the prominent, dominant, Islamic
Asiatic Black Hebrew
The year 2002, the battle's filled with the WU
6 million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local
To fuck with this
All fits of antagonists
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
Uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

2. Ghostface @ Bells of war

Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
+M.G.M.+ front row seat tonight, no gens
Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

__________________The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world Godís invisible qualitiesóhis eternal power and divine natureóhave been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. (Romans 1:18-20)

'...when i first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified,
jet back to the lab like they would being chased by homicide,
my rap flows does you like tical and it will never steer you wrong
and all you bichasniggaz in the industry, your carrers won't be lasting long...'